From dealing with the fallout with James to dealing with his dad, Anne had missed Sam, too. More than. It had been far too long and extraordinarily heartbreaking to not have him to hold at night. And when he snatched her up and began using endearments, Anne felt her own tears well up in her eyes.
She clung to him as tightly as she could, burying her face in his neck. He was warm and safe and all Sam. Hers.
Nodding, she murmured back, "Missed you, too." Then the tears began to fall. "I wouldn't be anywhere else."